"So…"

"So…"

"This is weird, right?" Minako turns to look up at Kyle, still staring out at the water in front of them. "I mean, it's obviously weird I'm fourteen and you're- what?" He's not listening, she realizes abruptly. "Forty?"

That gets his attention. He jerks his head to look at her, clearly offended. "I'm twenty-one!" he snaps. "But yes, it's weird as hell. I only just got a position with homicide, and now I'm daydreaming about running away to Tokyo to be with a girl I don't even know."

Minako purses her lips and looks back out at the ocean. "I'm still her," she replies softly, almost inaudibly. "In my head, I'm still in my twenties watching my princess run off with your prince. My… age dysphoria- is that a thing? I'm making it a thing- got me in trouble with my last relationship."

Kyle scoffs. "You can say that again," he mutters. At her confused look, he explains, "Artemis told me. Thought it'd scare me away."

"That rat," Minako grumbles. After a moment, they both turn back to the sea, watching the waves hit the posts holding up the dock. "Of all the things I hated about coming down here, this was not one of them." She straightens her back and pushes off the edge she'd been bracing herself on. "Watching the water go back and forth was always… relaxing." A small laugh escapes her. "Didn't hurt that you could control it either."

This time, Kyle just smirks and lets her keep talking.

"It was one thing I could always count on when I came down here," she continues. "Serenity and Endymion could get into some crazy, new predicament every night, but the tides would come and go, just like they always did… So which are you?"

"Hm?" Kyle's eyebrows furrow in confusion, and she realizes she'll have to spell it out for him.

"Are you coming or going?"